Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 83: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 77 ‘Sammy,’ said Mr. Jimmerson, with fatherly pride. ‘‘ Kinder keep an eye on things ginerally, fur I’m goin’ to take a stroll through the timber. Ef that feller Simpson sneaks in yere, hook onto him! D’ y’ hear me shoutin’ ? ” ‘*T reckon I do,” drawled Sammy, in no way visibly impressed. ‘‘ I hain’t deaf !” ‘An’ Sammy’ll do hit,” went on Mr. Jimmerson, turning tome. ‘* Tie you-uns, dogs up; we got enough ’thout ’em, an’ | don’t reckon they air any good in this business.”’ So we chained our dogs to the wagon, with the exception of Boose, who accom- panied me. ‘* Now lead on,” said Mr. Jimmerson. We started. Miguel brought up the rear. There were ten of us all counted, with four dogs of uncertain lineage and Boose to lead, and about twenty to get in our way to be kicked out. [led the way to the place where I had seen the highwayman make his exit. The bushes were trampled down. The broken stems and disturbed sticks told in which DOOKS. GG